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returned home a week before Christmas. My flight was uneventful. It was amazing what spending time with my parents did for me. The love my parents shared was the kind of love I wanted in my lifetime: unconditional love, respect, and a commitment between two adults.
    I started to unpack my goodies. My mom and dad loaded me up with food, which I stacked in my freezer when my telephone rang.
    “Bella, why did you turn off your cell phone? I’ve been calling you for weeks.”
    “I needed to cut my expenses since I’m unemployed. What’s up, gurl ?”
    “The shit has hit the fan. That bitch, Ms. Phillips got caught in her own game. It was in the newspaper. Let me read to you what it said: ‘ HART ENTERPRISES, SENIOR ACCOUNTANT, MS. PHILLIPS, HAS BEEN EMBEZZLING THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS, AND A PREVIOUS ANONYMOUS EMPLOYEE WAS TERMINATED FOR STEALING THE MONEY.’”
    “What?” I sat down. My legs felt unsteady upon hearing this news.
    “Drake has confirmation that you didn’t steal the money. He called me into his office and asked a lot of questions about you.”
    “No shit.”
    The ringing of her doorbell blocked out Elaina’s next words.
    “There is someone at my door, Elaina. I’ll call you back.”
    I ran to the door, wondering who would be ringing my doorbell at ten o’clock at night.
    Drake stood at my apartment door with a dozen red roses in his hands. I debated whether to let him inside. My head told me not to let him in; and my heart skipped, then started to race. Drake was in my every dream, and my every waking thought. I decided to allow him in to explain.
    I opened the door, and he stepped inside my humble home.
    “I received your card, Bella,” Drake said, and pulled it out. “It read, and I quote, ‘ To another insatiable weekend of sex—I love you, Drake.’ What I loved most was that love symbol on the back of the card. I’m ready for that weekend, or we could go away just the two of us? No—business—no computers, no cell phones, and no emails. No distractions; just us.”
    “That invitation expired over a month ago, Mr. Hart!”
    No, I’m sorry. I should’ve believed you, Bella. He walked into my apartment as if he hadn’t hurt me deeply. We were lovers; then he dropped me like I was a criminal.
    “Bella, sweetheart.” He gave me that wicked smile of his—the one where I would willingly open my legs and let him back into my body.
    “ Idiota ! Tonto! I don’t give a fuck what you want. Get out, Drake!” I stood before him with my hands on my hips, highly pissed off.
    “Love, I agree I’m an idiot and a fool at times. You have every right to be furious with me, but let’s channel this passion in the bedroom. Where’s your bedroom, by the way? We have never made love in your home,” he smoothly added, taking a quick look at my living room. “I like the feel of this room—homey, warm and cozy. I like to see your bedroom.”
    Livid, I picked up my favorite Oriental vase and threw it at Drake.
    He ducked in time. My aim was so accurate that it shattered into a million pieces against my living room wall—along with the roses now scattered into petals—broken like the vase.
    “ Te amo , ” he crooned after ducking. The vase missed him by a hair’s breath and marring his handsome face.
    I countered, “You love me? You physically had me removed from your office and company!”
    “I know. I will be apologizing to you for the rest of our lives, sweetheart.”
    “Get out!” My Latina blood ran hot.
    “You read the newspapers. Hart Enterprises and Ms. Phillips made front-page news. When you told me you didn’t take that money, and you admitted you loved me, I should’ve followed my heart. I later hired a P I to investigate your claim. The missing money was indeed in Ms. Phillip’s account. She wasn’t a smart criminal by placing the money where my investigator could easily track it. She claimed to love me, and that she did it to save up for our future. Granted, we had lunch a few